Chapter 180 A Poor Plan

When Benson came downstairs, he saw Maria following behind Yvonne, carrying a wobbly bowl. Maria looked anxious, constantly urging Yvonne as if she were racing against time. Yvonne, however, was busy on the phone, ignoring Maria's urgings. Her voice rose and fell, seemingly discussing something important with the person on the other end of the line. "Sir, this is the medicine for Mrs. Taylor. Her throat isn't well, and she's been sick for quite a while..." Maria, spotting Benson, looked at him like he was her savior and quickly handed him the bowl. Her eyes were filled with hope and anxiety, hoping Benson could persuade Yvonne to drink the medicine. Benson frowned at the greenish substance, filled with doubt. He sniffed it, and the pungent odor made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. "What's this smell?" he asked, his voice tinged with distaste. Maria quickly explained, "Sir, it's very effective, just a bit bitter." Her tone was sincere and hopeful, wishing Benson would belie